Sunday, September 07, 2008

But you, and that guy over there,seem to have forgotten. You don'tremember that I can watch yourun your fingers through your hair.I see you put on eye makeup at40 miles an hour. I stare as yourun an electric razor over your chin.

I see you pick your nose and leanover to pick up the CD you dropped.I see your left hand gesturing and yourright hand holding the phone toyour head and I hope you are at leaststeering with your knees.

Did you know I watched you turnto talk to the small people strappedinto your back seat so that you missedthe light turning green?

I check out the newspaper proppedagainst your steering wheel. I see themap you are struggling to fold intoa more manageable shape. I wonderwhat book holds your attention whileyou speed down the turnpike.

Did you know I memorized yourface when you kept straying overthe lines, jerking back into your lanewhen the rumble strip jarred you awake?

I saw you changing your shirt after work.At least you waited for a stop lightto change shoes. Did you know youare not invisible inside your car?

Lol - so, so true. There's not much that will inspire sheer terror in me when I'm driving but the sight in the rear view mirror of someone on the phone or doing their makeup does it every time.

I've seen :The Mom failing to control the kidsThe MercMan who was reading his paper in the outside lane doing 60 in the 70 area (before rocketing past a few minutes later at 90+)And tonight, Mr Mobile taking 10 minutes to do a "Hi Honey, traffics bad, see you later"

I like my satnav - I used to struggle with a list of directions in Big Letters on a piece of paper. However, Satnav takes all the fun out of being lost :-)